I think I’m going to explode.

I think I'm going to explode
as is so hard to hear that silence
that is consuming me,
diving me in the hell.
I think I'm going to fly
to escape from this nightmare
where I feel like invisible
and where feelings seems to change
smiles in sadness.
I think I will read to forget
the butterfly so nice and so cold.
I think i'm going to stop with good mornings
good evenings and good nights as
from the other side I only receive
words without heart.
I think I'm going to stop the beauty of words
because for the rest, I'm arrested in the mind of
a apparently unknown dream.